Running Away with Alpha's Baby Bump
They circled the cavern, their eyes burning with silver flame.
Lira screamed a prayer, clutching her wards. The light burned through them like paper.
Kael stepped in front of me, sword drawn. The ghosts didn’t attack. They bowed.
To Storm.
The child rose unsteadily, his bare feet glowing where they touched the stone. “They were waiting,” he whispered. “They’ve been waiting so long.”
“Storm,” I said, reaching for him. “Come back to me.”
He turned. His eyes glowed brighter, and for an instant, I didn’t see my son. I saw a figure made of light and shadow, crowned in flame, standing where a child should’ve been.